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TUESDAY. 1:20PM. That particular Manila afternoon was killing me. The rainy season was supposed to have begun a few weeks ago but there I was, sweltering in my room and cursing for all I was worth because the damn freaking weather wasn't helping me write something on the blank MS Word page. The heat was unbearable and it was eating up what little stored energy I had. It didn't help that my PC was also having one of its seizures---restarting itself even if I was in the middle of a program.
Banging the mouse forcefully on the table, I got up, strode to where the air-con unit was installed, and turned it to full blast. I decided to discard my t-shirt, throwing it to the corner where the laundry basket was placed. I missed my mark, the sweat-stained shirt ending up lying rumpled on the floor. I would have wanted to take off my blue jersey shorts too but thought it awkward and downright disturbing to be writing with nothing but my briefs on.
I went back to sitting on the swivel chair in front of my PC, my sweaty fingers poised on the keyboard, ready for that moment when the creative juice starts flowing again. But nothing. Nada. Nein. Not a single drop of the wished-for precious juice.
“It's this damn effing weather!” I cursed, blaming it for my misery. Feeling totally frustrated, I turned the PC off. Or, to be more exact, the PC turned itself off.
Looking back, I know, deep within me, that the problem lies on my frequent lack of desire to fully commit myself to the task at hand. I have always been a little guilty of procrastination when it comes to writing. My dozen unfinished stories left moldering in my PC's My Documents folder testify to this fact. But just like what any sane and rational person would do, I blamed my inefficacy on something else.
I pushed myself away from the table, irreverently straightened my feet on top of it and sort of reclined my back on the swivel chair. Then, closing my eyes, I tried to shut down all intervening thoughts except for one cuddly little scene: me writing non-stop with that Cheshire cat smile plastered on my smug face. But in this time of need, that writing technique wasn't helping me at all. I couldn't focus mentally. My mind was so distracted; and not just by the weather. All I could discern were fragmentary thoughts, snippets of overheard conversations and mental images ranging from a black chrome Sony Vaio laptop I saw displayed in PC Hub, to a sexy, bikini-clad woman dancing to the tune of Careless Whisper, et-so-distracting-cetera. Specially the last one.
I let out a long sigh. I just resigned myself to another day of fruitless endeavor and focused instead on savoring what little cold came out of the groaning air-con. Besides, my mind was now pleasantly preoccupied with something else. Not the writing technique. And not the Sony Vaio either.
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"Bloody weather you have here, no? "
I had been dozing on and off for about a half hour or so when I heard the voice. I felt irritated, not without a just cause. The voice had just interrupted one of the most titillating dreams I've ever had in years. Thinking it was just my conscience trying to stop me from pursuing a stream of guilt-ridden thoughts, I tried to brush it off my mind and decided to continue dreaming the dream from where it left off. Guilty pleasures are rather hard to fend off, I realized.
But something didn't feel right. As far as I knew, conscience doesn’t have a British accent . . . at least, not if you're a Filipino. And this one had!
My curiosity now aroused, I forcefully opened my eyes. Then, I lifted my feet off the table and planted them softly on the floor in one fluid motion. I sat erect, my back firmly rested on the swivel chair. My eyes scanned the room in one sweep, trying to place the voice on something tangible. Feeling a bit foolish for even thinking that somebody else might be in the room, I laid my gaze back on the PC lying dormant in front of me. The soft hum of the air-con and the gentle slaps of chilly air on my cheeks were lulling me again to the realms of sleep, back to the joyous, rhythm-filled realm of a beautiful bikini-clad woman sensuously dancing.
I was about to doze off again when a small flurry of movement on the keyboard caught my sleepy eye. I thought I saw a grayish thing move. To afford me a better view, I leaned my body closer to the table, clutching the chair's armrests for support.
I almost died of shock when I saw THE THING squatting snugly on the small space between the ESCAPE and F1 keys of my computer keyboard.
~tbc
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I agree with Kyllorac! The word choice was a little off. Make sure you straighten it out! Also, what was especially strange was your combination of a euphemism with a curse word. Kind of like "effing damn" etc. It just looks weird. You could probably get rid of those lines. They really don't add much to your story!
As far as the initial writer's block scene? I think that should be shortened or redirected with more of an emphasis on the weather. Right now, it has more of an emphasis on the computer, which means that it will be easily out-dated after a year or so. So, unless you want to write an obsolete story, focus on the timelessness parts.
Hola! Pink here
So I'll be reviewing this, hope you don't mind.
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So I actually liked the beginning here. I mean, it's interesting and your descriptions and wording was done quite well.
I also could easily connect to what your character was trying to say, I hate it when the weather is crappy because then I'm not in the mood to write or review. It's too bad Review Sunday is on such a day. (As it is raining where I live)
So I think the air-con should be in it's full word. Air-Conditioner.
Naw, we all do it! XD
It's a cat right? or a bunny? lol
Overall, I love the way this is written. Your descriptions and imagery are amazing, I enjoyed reading this. This little scene itself was quite entertaining and I found myself captured in his frustration. When you mentioned the little thing on his keyboard I found myself laughing. I mean, in a good way, I just thought it was super random, lol.
So, I'll be going to the next part of this and maybe I'll be able to give you a better review of this
Till then,
~Pink
Hello there, PadrePio. I am happy to report that this story of yours caught and held my interest. There are a couple of issues that do need pointing out, though.
The first is your word choice. I came across a number of words that read oddly for various reasons. Some were strangely specific (MS Word), redundant (forcefully), not quite right (inefficacy), or not spelled out fully (air-con). Aside from the not quite right words, there's nothing technically incorrect, but these oddities still took my attention away from the story.
Another thing that struck me as odd was your sentence length, especially in the first paragraph. You have one massive sentence there that, while grammatically correct, seems to ramble due to its length. I suggest going through this story with an eye out for concision; weed out the long sentences wherever possible and try rewriting them so that they are more easily understood in one go.
Otherwise, this was pretty solid. And on I go to part two.
Woot! A kababayan!
Gracias for reading. I will try to post the second part tomorrow.
Yes, you're right. It's hard to write here in Manila with all the distractions just inches away from you. Especially the tropical weather.
Also, I'd really like it if you can post the next part of the story. It kind of interesting to see what the narrator saw on his keyboard. Nice descriptive narration, by the way. Keep on writing.